Time of Transition

[giftsofglory]

He made no move to return Mello to his room when morning came. In fact, a good week later there was still no move being made to that extent, and on that morning, when Mello woke it was to the now usual configuration of Sephiroth being wound around him, pinning his hands. This time, however, the act was accompanied by the silver haired man actually being asleep still.

Not to say they hadn't been spending all their time together, but Mello hadn't had the chance to see him asleep until then, him holding out for the blond to sleep and then rising before he could.

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[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He lifted off the kiss, fingertips of so gently moving to rest over the bandages. "Do you feel that?"

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello's only reaction was to turn his head, staring up at Sephiroth blankly. It throbbed with what should have been pain but felt disturbingly nice instead, but not from Sephiroth's touch; that was too gentle.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He sighed softly, sliding the hand on his chest sideways to carefully, but firmly, press over the burns of his torso.

[gunsandchocolate]

That garnered a reaction, finally.

Mello's eyes widened and he gasped, arching suddenly at the sudden surge of what could only be described as pleasure making him shudder and pant loudly. It tingled down his spine, pooling between his legs, dangerously close to being extremely arousing.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He didn't pull his hand away, but he did murmur into his ear. "My detective, that should have you -screaming-."

[gunsandchocolate]

He was writhing weakly as it was, but not to get away. Gasping for air, Mello whimpered plaintively, flushed and sweating almost in moments. It felt overwhelmingly good in a way that was utterly unnatural, but still a stress to his confused body, and he cried out softly, a sound far more erotic than pained.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He pulled his hand away from the wound, pressing down on his chest gently to pin him back to the bed. "So no, I won't turn it back." He leaned down to kiss him again with a soft purr.

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello sagged back against the bed, panting heavily. He'd given up resisting again, yielding easily to the kiss and returning it with weak desperation. His mind was blank and his body was humming and quivering with sensation. He didn't know what to do, moaning softly into Sephiroth's mouth.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

That was more than good enough, deepening the kiss this time, not keeping it gentle as he had the first.

[gunsandchocolate]

He would find nothing in his way. Mello's lips parted easily, tongue gently stroking against Sephiroth's for a moment before that too yielded completely. He was still, letting himself be kissed in a daze.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He purred lowly, thoroughly exploring the blond's mouth and kneading the undamaged skin of his belly, fingers wandering downward.

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello breathed through his nose, perhaps a bit too quickly, eyes half-shut. His body arched slightly into Sephiroth's wandering hands, skin warm.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He finally pulled off the kiss, nuzzling his temple as his hand slid down further, cupping the blond's erection. "You're all worked up."

[gunsandchocolate]

Flinching slightly, he then rocked his hips up into that hand slowly, and Mello let his head loll closer to Sephiroth's, seeking warmth.

"I..." He didn't know what to say or how to speak, not really. It was Sephiroth's fault. His eyes closed and Mello shivered, licking his lips.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He shifted Mello around, tucking the blond against his chest so he could use one hand to keep him still as the other stroked him, "It's alright."

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello leaned against him listlessly, resting his head on Sephiroth's shoulder and panting softly against the side of his neck. His erection hardened further beneath the stroking and Mello moaned softly, teeth closing gently around Sephiroth's skin.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He hissed in a breath, but didn't force him away, instead just continuing the careful stroking. "So you're a biter, somehow not shocking."

[gunsandchocolate]

"Nn..." Mello groaned something incomprehensible, nibbling softly. It could hardly be called biting, at this point, but Sephiroth wasn't off the mark.

He trembled slightly, making little noises in the back of his throat, and slid his good arm up between them to catch a lock of Sephiroth's hair, playing with it in vague amusement.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

His lips quirked at the actions. It was vaguely arousing, the nibbling, but that didn't mean he would act on it. Anything like that on his behalf now would just damage him. Instead, he put a bit more attention into getting Mello to satisfaction so the man could calm.

[gunsandchocolate]

He was far from trying to hold back at this point (he probably couldn't even if it had occurred to him to try). Mello shuddered and tensed, rocking up into his hand faster and panting heavily against Sephiroth's skin. It didn't take him long, that warm, pleasant tingle coiling in his lower belly.

He moaned softly, more of a low keening noise, and finally came into Sephiroth's hand with a weak shudder, fingers curling in his hair tightly.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He tilted his head down into the pressure and crooned at him, rubbing his fingers off on a bit of unused bandage before cleaning him up. "You're such a pretty, good boy. Rest now for me."

[gunsandchocolate]

Relaxing against Sephiroth when he was done, Mello kept his eyes closed, catching his breath with some difficulty. His body had already been exhausted, even moreso now, and the pleasant shivers died down into little more than a warm tingle. He felt nice, like floating in warmth, and made a soft purring sound at Sephiroth, pleased with the praise.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He smiled and purred back, petting his belly and chest softly. "Rest for me my sweet boy, you earned rest."

[gunsandchocolate]

Of course, he was only been so 'sweet' because he was practically out of his mind with overstimulation and pain that wasn't quite pain. But Mello wasn't coherent enough to argue and he was too exhausted to stay awake much longer anyway.

He let the cool hands running over his hot skin lull him into sleep after a few minutes, breathing softly against Sephiroth's throat.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

In the days since Mello had been burned, he'd been very careful to work on healing him, often leaving himself very tired for the remainder of the evening afterwards, and he didn't doubt that today would be quite the same in that respect. Thankfully, in another day or two this wouldn't be required.